We Dig our own Graves

women of society

I.  My dreams go beyond

That of the dying

Generation:  Being dumb

And being beautiful.  I bid breath

From her wilting lips so I

Can breathe, but I’m drunk on 

Freedom�"

Yet, prison chains bleed from 

In between my hips, and from 

Her lips bleeds the breath I burn.

II.  It’s my turn 

Now, as a member of

The newer generations to

Bear the burden of those human fetters

That wrap around my legs.  A frost of

Rust weeps from these ancient chains, 

A bloody dust from which my

Ancient guilt was born,

III.  And I am torn   between

Being sick and being strong,

Doing right or being 

Wrong for

Reputation’s sake.

IV.  They urge me to be fake

And condition me to cry when

I look at my reflection.  

V.  And I let them do this.

This.

And my self-abusive echo

Fails to fill the chasms

In my lungs.  She,

A dying generation,

Wasted all her breath

For faith in me.

Because, as long as I replace her

Dreams with standards,

Those chains are suffocating me.

Reviews

[FireWoman]

With each day that passes, more women stand and demand to be heard. However, I feel we unfortunately have a long way to go. Why? Because men, on the most part, are not as civil or evolved as we are.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Amazing write. Women's rights have evolved so much and yet social obligation has changed so little.

[Robin]

really strong spotlight on women and the bulls**t they have and had to deal with ~ excellent writing